"Oh I love you daddy," she sighed. "I love your hands on me." Yeah," I said."I'll do anything for you," she whispered as if afraid to say it too loudl...."Will you?" I said sitting up to look down on her pretty face.She didn't speak just nodded slightly."I'll like that," I said."Good," she giggled. "What do you want me to do then?"I studied her sexy body for a few moments while evil thoughts ran around my brain."You know for now I would like just one picture of you," I said."What like this?" she. Or did you fall ill, and expire here alone? How unfortunate that you passed away.’ The dark, empty sockets of the skull stared back at the young merchant, looking deeply inside of him. After a moment, he set it down carefully, facing the cave wall, and retreated to the opposite end of the cave to prepare for sleep. As he slept, he dreamt. And as he dreamt, the skull appeared before him and spoke. ‘Do not presume, o mortal, to speak of things of which you know nothing. How do you know it’s bad. Her helicopter was out of range and I knew she didn't have a gun as I'd already checked everyone for those (the four originals were carrying, but no one else was). She was carrying a handbag though, which I soon discovered contained a CIA ID. I could even move the obstructions away enough to read her name on it: Makayla Rogers.#19: Apparently, until I'd asked my undercover law enforcement question, her acting ability had been better than my proximity sense's ability to detect her having. Then he was left alone, for his spirit to travel to whatever heaven it could find.The next day, his body was cremated and, a few days later, we had a smaller internment. His ashes are forever a part of the ranch, concentrated in that spot that he especially loved.Mom took it hard. Her grief was so great, she was almost incapacitated. By the time of the funeral, she was functional, but only with great effort.The day after we spread dad's ashes to the wind and soil of the ranch, she asked us all.